Ropin' Trouble (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

didn’t see that now. He wouldn’t push her faster than she was willing to go. He wanted her writhing under him, scraping his back with her nails and calling his name in fervid need.
    Ben trembled in longing that he harnessed with only a sliver of control. Patience was important—he reminded himself of this over and over. His cock swelled to painful proportions and pressed against the apex of her thighs. How could something so forbidden feel so right? He was breaking the rules, knowing this was against his personal boundaries, but he couldn’t stop himself. Hell, he didn’t want to stop even if it meant rewriting some of his damned rules. Cara was an aphrodisiac he couldn’t get enough of.  He wanted to soak her up, touch every fine morsel. He was careless to the cost of allowing himself to taste the forbidden.
    The kiss continued and he was enraged with a fire he’d never known, scorching his flesh. They were both deep into the moment, hot and desirable. She was giving him her all and he loved it, and he needed to touch more of her. She tugged his shirt open, snapping buttons. He could feel the dewy heat spreading from her inner thighs and his fingers found the moist mound. He rubbed his fingers over the slit through the cotton, finding her nub and flicking the pad of his finger over the tight flesh.
    Her panties became an intrusion and he tugged at the material, hearing a seam rip, dragging them lower…and then he felt the change in her. She stiffened. He stopped and looked down at her. That look, the fearful one returned and kicked him in the gut. “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “I-I don’t know.” Her voice was close to a whimper.
    “I would never hurt you.”
    And then the dam broke. She pushed at his chest with her fists, pounding him, and he quickly pulled back. He leaned to the far edge of the blanket, watching the softness leave every delicate line of her face. He struggled to breathe as he regained his senses, taking in the sudden change from hot to cold.
    “Did I do something?” His words sounded alien to his own ears. “Of course I did. I shouldn’t have—“
    “No, no. It’s not you. It’s me.” There was a catch to her voice that made every hair on his body stand erect. Although she still wore her shirt, she wrapped her arms around her chest as if to hide her breasts from his view. Her lips were still pink from his kisses and her skin a shade darker than her usual pale color. 
    What could he say? He didn’t know what she needed to hear. He always knew the right words, but not this time. Now he was on the end of uncertainty.
    “I’m not good at this.” She motioned her hands through the air, encircling the blanket. “I’d only disappoint you.”
    He bit his lower lip to keep from grinning at her absurdity. “Are you kidding?”
    “I wouldn’t joke about this!” She stood up, grabbed her jeans and held them against her stomach.
    “Forgive me, darlin’. I’m a little confused. Who the hell has made you think like this?”
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Cara reeled from the havoc her body had succumbed to in Ben’s arms.
    Once her jeans were in place, she turned to him. He still sat on the blanket and his erection continued to salute the sky. She steadied her focus on his face, not allowing her gaze to wander although she wanted to stare at his package. He was a beautiful man, nothing like James who couldn’t get a hard on no matter how much fondling she did to coax him alive.  And the look in Ben’s eyes, a mixture of desire and yearning, only made her chest tighten more.
    Never had she thought it possible to have a man look at her with such need, and to have an erection that proved he wanted her. As much as she wanted him, needed him, she couldn’t follow through—couldn’t allow herself to move so fast. To get closer to him, she needed to trust him.
    “Well, Cara, talk to me,” he pleaded.
    “I really don’t want to talk about it—now or ever,” she said, her chin tilted